Across The River


I’ll row me across
the wide open river.
I’ll row me across
to a place far beyond.
I’ll build me a bridge
over the wide open river.
I’ll cross over the bridge
to where I belong.

Sunk me a line
deep into the river.
Sunk me a line
to catch all my dreams.
Angled a fish
up from the river.
The fish had a story.
And told it to me.

‘Can’t catch a dream.
No dreams in this river.
Can’t row a boat.
The current’s too strong.
Can’t build a bridge.
Too wide is this river.
Can’t cross the river
To where you belong.’

Set loose the fish,
To think on its story.
The fish swims away.
I sit and I watch.
It crosses the river
to where all my hope is.
I drift down the river
helpless and lost.

1975, June

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